MTL - The Boss Wears a Book To a Woman - Chapter 186 I didn't look at the almanac when I went out

This is the story of an ignorant scum who pretends to be a scholar and goes to the world of Meiman to slaughter various scholars and bosses.

This is also a story about pretending to be a fool instead of pretending to be an idiot.

When the heaven will entrust a hero with a great responsibility, he must first take his nickname ‘Problem’, let his online name be ‘Jiancao’, and change his character to ‘conscience’.

Except for the protagonist’s surname Mei, everything else is fine.

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In 2036, mankind landed on the fluorescent Mars for the first time.

In 2052, the first World Budo Tournament will be held, which is also the world’s highest fighting event, and the world is enthusiastic about it.

Xu Jingming, the world’s top player “Gun Demon”, chose to retire when he was twenty-six years old, with an injury left by the competition…

A turbulent new era has begun!

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The Dayan Dynasty lasted for more than 1,300 years.

The emperor is critically ill, the crown prince is in charge of the country, the local fairy gates are entrenched, and the central government is in chaos.

wake up,

Xu Yuan saw the ruined temple on a rainy night deep in the mountains,

I saw the strange broken-arm stone Buddha,

as well as,

The woman in black wearing tulle next to the campfire.

…

…

He became the third son of the final boss, the direct descendant of the villain with a clean life background and good roots.

The fake villain is just waiting to be slapped in the face, while the real villain is fled all over the world by a big ice lump as soon as he comes up.

Goldfinger?

False villains only rely on golden fingers to make a fortune, while real villains dare to face the bleak life!

“The sky did not give birth to me, Xu Changtian, and the villain is like a long night forever.”

“…”

“Father, save me!”

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The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.